Thus Kibosh finished, and it entered my mind to descend at our next stop, and take the first train back to my own place; but this thought I quickly dismissed, remembering Masticator's methods of reaching those whom he wanted. And (although I know this is unworthy) I was become very curious to see what we should all do, once we were gathered together. Were all the rest of my colleagues coming for Publicity? I glanced at the window, where the shawl still screened Professor Willows and Miss Appleby, and it seemed to me that they had come rather for Privacy. "Who are the rest of my colleagues?" I now asked Kibosh. "Well, now, I'm afraid you've got me," he responded. "There's--let me see--Professor Flawless Nathaniel Maverick, of Fishball University, Massachusetts. He is with us. A profound scholar, sir." "What is his line?" I asked. "Well, now, that's another tough one. Let us see. Did he write The Fuel of the Future?" I shook my head, being ignorant. "Or was it The Mustard Plaster in Pharaoh's Time?" Kibosh dreamily pursued. "What is the fuel of the future?" I asked. "Pecan nuts. I am certain of that," answered Kibosh. "But whether he's that one, or whether it's Lysander Totts----" "Who is Lysander Totts?" I inquired. "Another profound scholar, sir. Of Numa Pompilius University, New York. But we've got them from all around--from Seminole, Florida, Oglethorpe, Georgia, Lafitte, Louisiana, Sandys, Virginia, Graftsburg, Pennsylvania--but you'll meet them to-morrow at Chickle University. All profound scholars, sir. It was Totts, come to think of it." "Think of what?" I asked. "Pecan nuts," said Kibosh. I should have been glad to learn the names of all my colleagues, and what they had written, that I might be the better prepared to meet them; but Kibosh could be sure only of Totts and his book; and Professor Willows and Miss Appleby had not heard even of Totts, when I asked them at lunch to enlighten me. "What mattuh, suh?" cried Willows, cheerily. "They'll tell you quick enough themselves why they're so famous." At this remark Miss Appleby broke into much gayety. "Got many words this mawnin', Professuh?" asked Willows of me; and I retorted, with what should have been telling reproof, that I was not of those who can improvise thorough work.